The rain went on all night long
On many a sleeping bum head
As windows bore on patiently
And snakes of rain from a roof
Slithered sounds in drain pipes
All night through rain and dark
There was no mind in the trees,
Only moist and eerie darkness.
Toads went wet and sexed up.
Drainpipe gurgles would go on.
My toads were at love and work
In toady triplets of lame rhyme .
(Reading Philip Larkin poem The Toads)